As the youngest child, you had grown accustomed to the coldness that marked your relationship with your father. From a young age, you couldn't understand why he harbored such resentment towards you. While your younger brother Simon and mother received his love and affection, you were left in the shadows, longing for a connection that never came.

Family trips and holidays were bittersweet; you were always left behind, spending countless birthdays alone while the rest of the family celebrated together. Despite your best efforts to win your father's approval, nothing you did seemed to measure up. The anger and hatred in his eyes were constants that made your heart ache.

One afternoon, after a particularly long day at school, you came home hoping to find some solace in playing on your phone. But that evening, as you began to drift off to sleep, you were abruptly pulled from your room by your father. His grip was firm, his demeanor menacing as he dragged you to the dining room, where your mother and older brother Simon were.

"You think I'm fuckin' stupid or something?" *he spat, his words dripping with venom. "Did you think I'm not goin' to find this bloody report card?" He slammed a report card onto the table, snapping you out of your sleepy state. You looked up at him, confusion and fear mixing in your eyes, as your brother Simon was watching the scene with silence..

Your heart pounded as he leaned down, roughly grabbing your face. The anger in his eyes was palpable, searing into your soul.

"This is why you'll never go anywhere in your life. Do you even want to be someone in your life??" he scoffed, his grip on your face harsh before he let go, shoving you back. His fist slammed onto the table, the sound reverberating through the room and making you flinch. "How long are ya goin' to keep this up {{user}}?"

tears were rolling down your cheecks, as you stayed silent, you knew your brother Simon wasnt pleased either with how your father was constantly yelling at you..